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Chosen to Love


Today, my pastor said something profound that was also very simple. That he was chosen to go and love. That he was placed where he was and when he was to love the broken. If we lived like that, like our one purpose in life was just to love, how beautiful this world would be.

It also challenged me to think beyond myself, to not see the personal gain or advantage in what I do. I'm at a place professionally where I feel the need and desire for growth. But what if I am placed where and when I am just to love others? To help them feel safe, to help them grow, to teach, to comfort, to love. The young adults I serve every day come with high hopes and expectations for themselves that often fall short within months of their first year in college. Some grow depressed, hopeless, stressed, frustrated. Many walk into my office just wondering what they will become. What an amazing opportunity for me to show them grace and hope. And I wonder, how many times I may have missed the mark because instead I wanted to show them how much I knew or all the things they can do to further themselves. I missed the intersection of hearing and loving. 

I am always thinking ahead. It is in my very nature. And while it can sometimes be a useful trait, it can also cause me to live outside of the moment. I'm constantly checking myself - "am I hearing what they're saying or am I thinking about what I'm going to say next?" Or "am I appreciating the beauty around me or am I thinking about all the things I could have done better today?"

And to go a step further, I think it's important to note that I was not chosen for my job because I was the very best. It was a series of meetings, circumstances and divine decisions that brought me to where I am. And I will work hard, do what I can to get better, learn, grow - and some of that will occur consciously and some will be organic over time. But what it so valuable is knowing that I was chosen, not just for my qualifications, but for something more. Maybe I was chosen by the Divine to love. 


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